Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.